Chapter 20 continuation

The young boy rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw. His palms slid smoothly off the brown-haired woman's body before he stepped aside.

'I want you to sit still until I get back, okay baby?'

'But, Jay,' Hailey stopped the young man, taking his hand, the blond turned to face her, listening intently. 'I will go, I don't want to disturb you.'

Her heart raced as she waited for his answer. Hailey let go of his hand, jumping off the table as Foster watched her as if under hypnosis. The eyebrows on the guy's face narrowed at the bridge of his nose, and his gaze became more menacing than when he entered the office. James quickly and nimbly grabbed the girl by the waist before placing her back on the desk.

'Oh, no, honey.' He moved closer to her ear, again sending goosebumps from his hot breath. 'You wanted me so badly, so prove to me that you were waiting for me, not rummaging through my things, baby.'

His heart skipped a beat, and his breathing quickened from what the guy meant by these words. He turned away, flashing his dark blue eyes, heading for the exit from the office. A smirk formed on his face, knowing that the girl would not run anywhere to prove that she was not rummaging through his things, but only waiting for him.

'I see your lies, Hailey,' James whispered softly under his breath, remembering what he saw when he entered his office.

Hailey Mackenzie lost her little spy case. This was proved by a lot of facts. James returned early, learning from his bodyguard that Hailey was waiting for him in his office. First, Foster found out the girl's little lie. Carl, the office guard, reported to Jay that the brown-haired woman proved to him that James Foster himself had instructed her to wait for him in the office, although this was completely not true. Secondly, when the guy entered the room, he managed to notice the poorly closed door of the lower cabinet from which papers were visible, and the girl herself was standing next to the cabinet with a frightened look.

'What did you want, Carl?' James asked as he closed the office door behind him.

'Austin brought this bag, it has everything you need. The documents are now ours, and the guys are ready for a raid. Oliver has no idea that our man got into the 'State',' the guy handed the blond man a bag of papers, reporting the news.

'Tell Dean that tomorrow, when Oliver is with everyone in his building, we will storm them, okay?' James gave the settings, opening the lock of the bag.

Opening the bag, he saw a lot of weapons, on top of which lay a purple folder: 'What is this?'

The boy lifted his head, narrowing his eyebrows at the bridge of his nose.

'Mr. Foster, Austin found your folder at Oliver's. This is the same folder that was stolen during our absence here, when our building was attacked and...'

'Enough! I know,' James interrupted Carl, holding up his palm. 'Okay, I will go to her,' the guy nodded his head at the office, continuing to speak. 'Stay here and don't disturb us, you understand? And do not let anyone else in without my order, about which I will tell you personally, otherwise the next time you will go to the left building.'

'I understand, Mr. Foster,' Carl said, taking up a position outside the office.

The door opened and a young man entered the room, locking the door behind him. He slowly walked over to the table, tossing his bag and documents on the table, not really caring if the contents of the bag might get damaged. Hailey flinched at the sound that emerged as she carefully watched the young boy's every move. With a predatory gait, slow and smooth, but at the same time fraught with danger, he walked around the table, sitting on a chair and turning his body to Hailey, he grinned, licking his tongue with his lower lip.

'So, angel,' he looked straight into his eyes, dark blue eyes flashing. 'Show me your demons.'

James leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on the armrests and relaxing completely.

'On your knees.'

'Wh-what?'

The girl looked at the guy in fear, opening her plump lips in shock. She just did not expect things to go this far.

'On knees!' The blond man growled, forcing the young lady to move.

He knew full well that she would not be able to do what he planned, but she would not leave to prove to Foster that she had not ransacked the office in his absence either.

'No, Jay,' the brown-haired woman with a red hair toe shook her head in refusal.

'So you still rummaged through my things?' James arched his left eyebrow, asking the girl.

'No, I...' But the guy did not let her finish, quickly interrupting.

'Then show me how much you wanted me. I'm here and I'm all at your disposal, prove to me that you really expected me, and not rummaged through my things.'

Hailey knelt down, her eyes on the floor so as not to show the person in front of how much shame she was feeling right now.

'Crawl to me,' Jay changed his voice to a quiet one, which made the hoarseness in his voice distinctly heard.

Crawling to the guy on her knees, the girl raised her head, peering into the damn dark blue eyes.

'So what did you want to do with me when you were expecting me?' Hailey looked up and down with authority, noticing how hot she looked as she sat on her knees in front of him.

The brown-haired woman licked her lower lip with her tongue in confusion, looking up at James Foster.

The brown-haired woman with a red hair toe grabbed his broad shoulders, and wrapped her legs around his waist so as not to fall, completely confused. James lifted Hailey, placing her back on the desk.

'Wh-what are you going to d-do?' The girl began to stutter, insanely afraid of his next intentions.

James easily pushed the brown-haired woman with a red hair toe back, carefully holding her by the waist so that she would not bruise her back. Hailey lay down on the table, watching the blond in fear.

His large, warm palms were still resting on her frail waist, creating a comfort she shouldn't have felt.

His kisses on the neck brought incredible pleasure that the girl should not have felt.

His stroking his hands over her delicate skin created an effect of appeasement that the girl should not have felt.

All of this was wrong.

'You do not have to be afraid of me, angel,' the boy purred, nuzzling his neck, burning it with his hot breath.

'Please,' Hailey either whimpered or groaned, not quite sure what sound she had just made. 'just do not hurt me.'

'I apologize, angel, for all the times I hurt you,' the guy whispered, burying his forehead against the brown-haired woman's forehead. 'But it was your own fault. You knew you could not piss me off, and you still pissed me off.'

She looked down at his lips, watching them move in sync.

'You wanted to meet my demons, now you personally know everyone, angel.'